My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet quickly turned to look at Ethan as soon as she heard those words. With her eyes widened in surprise and disbelief, she asked, "Did you bring painting tools along?"

Undiluted affection glistened in Ethan’s eyes as his lips curled up in a smile. He stood up and leaned close to her. As he stared at her affectionately, the golden sun rays danced on their faces.

Instinctively, he stroked her hair and replied, "I’ll try find you some. Just wait for me here."

Ethan straightened up and began to walk towards the forest. When he was sure that he was out of Janet’s sight, he took out his phone and called Sean. His face was cold and his tone was authoritative at this time.

"Send a helicopter here with the best painting equipment immediately!"

On the other end of the line, Sean was flabbergasted to hear his boss’s command. He had been busy supervising the servants to clean up Ethan’s house. Although the errand was out of the blue, he had no choice but to respond, "Okay, sir. I… I’ll do that right away."

Janet. He immediately set to work Thirty minutes later, a helicopter came to the island and delivered a set

in grabbing them. He strapped the easel and the drawing board on his back, while he carried the acrylic paint set, a bucket, and

you get all these from, Ethan? The drawing board is so big.

and there’s no shop here. More so, the closest habited area is hundreds of miles

down all the tools and smiled at her. She looked so adorable in

on the other side of the island. I went to speak to the occupants there. Luckily, there was a painter amongst them. He sold these tools to me at a cheap

"Wow! Where is he?"

she looked in the direction that

excitedly. Ethan grabbed her wrist and replied sadly, "I’m afraid that can’t be possible. They sailed away as soon as I got out of the ship. I think they only stopped to watch the sunset. Not to worry, I already thanked him enough for you.

little displeased that she couldn’t meet the so-called painter, but she smiled and began to set up the easel. The cool evening breeze blew her white dress when she took a paintbrush and dipped it in paint.